Bed for One

What is wrong with me? I'm tired of sitting across from potential love, doing nothing about it
I'm tired of waking up next to nobody.

But I'm the only one to blame
Can't keep a relationship longer than my name.
I guess it's just a human desire
To want another body, to unite YOU&I

But no need for crying now I've made my bed so I must lie in it
A bed for one, please
What the hell is wrong with me?
Sitting across from potential love,
I guess it's safe to give up.

I guess it's safe to change my mind,  I'd be a damn fool. It would be a waste of time.
It's too stressful to deal with another
I never got the love gene from my mother
Maybe it's just society
Pressing its fake images of love upon me

Maybe all I need is my health
A life of wealth to accompany me I guess.
No one really teaches you how to be alone
It's just something I picked up.
The life of a rolling stone.